Francesca
WE TOOK the helicopter to the yacht this time, and I was both excited and scared. Faust smiled indulgently at me, while Marco ignored me from his seat next to the pilot. The ride was so much fun that I forgot I was now officially Faust Ravazzani's lover.
It could be worse. You could marry his son.
True. At least now I had great s*x, and then he'd set me free. Who cared what label he put on it? Then I'd go back to Toronto or New York, get a degree, and live my life. Like used goods, my father couldn't marry me off to anyone else, which meant I had my whole future ahead of me.
It was perfect, actually. Why hadn't I thought of that in the first place?
I glanced at Faust, wondering if we could be alone on the boat after the meeting ended. I might want to try deep thr
